Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 105, November 18, 1893 — John Shaqi
Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 105, November 18, 1893Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 105, November 18, 1893
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
_Mrs. Toov._ (_to herself, in the hall_). Just as I expected.
THEOPHILUS not home yet! I shall sit up for him in the study. (_She
opens the study door, and starts_.) So _there_ you are, Pa! And pray
when did _you_ come in?
_Mr. Toov._ (_mildly_). Yes, my love, here I am; I've been in a long
while, quite a long while.
_Mrs. Toov._ (_to herself_). And he imagines I believe _that!_
(_Aloud._) I understood you intended to spend the evening with
CHARLES.
_Mr. Toov._ So I did, my dear, so I did. I went to his rooms.
_Mrs. Toov._ And you went out somewhere together, Pa? Come, you won't
deny _that_!
_Mr. Toov._ (_to himself_). What a mercy I didn't go to that Eldorado!
I should have _had_ to tell her! (_Aloud._) Why you see we--we didn't
go anywhere. I found CHARLES was engaged to dine with a friend, so I
went away again.
_Mrs. Toov._ (_to herself_). A very likely story! Where has THEOPHILUS
learnt such brazen duplicity? (_Aloud._) Oh! and then of course you
came straight home?
_Mr. Toov._ Why, no, my love; not immediately. I--I suddenly
recollected that I had to see a friend on--on a little matter of
business which was--hem--somewhat pressing, so I went there first of
all.
_Mrs. Toov._ (_to herself, contemptuously_). Exactly the excuse in all
those horrid songs! (_Aloud._) And the business kept you rather late,
eh, Pa? Some business _is_ apt to do so, I know!
_Mr. Toov._ (_to himself_). She makes me almost feel as if I'd gone
after all! (_Aloud._) I _was_ a little late, my dear, not so very.
I suppose I must have been home between eight and nine, and PH[OE]BE
brought me up some nice cold mutton and the apple-tart, so I did very
well, very well indeed.
_Mrs. Toov._ (_to herself_). If he is deceiving me, I can soon find
out from the look of the joint and tart!
_Mr. Toov._ By the way, my love, surely _you_ are rather late this
evening, are you not? it's nearly twelve!
_Mrs. Toov._ (_to herself, with a start_). Oh, but I will _not_ fib
unless he forces me to. (_Aloud._) I--I was detained later than I
expected.
_Mr. Toov._ And you didn't expect to be back so very early either, for
you took the latchkey, didn't you?
MRS. TOOV. I happened to find it, Pa, and I thought I might as well
use it--and why not?
_Mr. Toov._ It was most thoughtful of you, my love, to think of
saving PH[OE]BE. By the way, do you notice----? (_He looks round him
suspiciously._) Ah, well, it may be my fancy. And you had a successful
meeting? were there many interesting speeches?
_Mrs. Toov_ (_choking_). As--as interesting as usual, THEOPHILUS! (_To
herself._) I 'm sure _that's_ true enough!
_Mr. Toov._ And supper provided afterwards, I suppose? Which accounts
for your being late. Dear--dear me!
[_His face grows troubled again._
_Mrs. Toov._ Is there any reason why there _shouldn't_ be supper
afterwards, Pa?
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